Page 52 of Healed Hearts

He chuckles. “Did you mark me, darlin’?” I look up at him and his pupils are wide, so much so that I almost can’t see any of the brown of his iris at all.

I nod, my breath coming out faster at his expression. He groans, tilting his head back, exposing his marked throat to me. I dive right in, sucking and kissing and licking my way down his neck—nibbling on his Adam’s apple, dipping my tongue into the hollow of his throat. He’s got a death grip on the pillow under his head. My cock brushes his stomach as I lower myself a bit to kiss my way across his collarbones.

He groans, and the sound makes my cock ache. Fuck. I grind against his stomach, desperate for friction. But I’ve already come once, and he hasn’t at all, so I force myself to stop—to ignore the pulsing in my cock that’s begging me to keep going, begging me to come all over him.

I slide down until I’m kneeling between his legs. I take in his dick—flushed red, the thick vein running along the bottom visibly pulsing, a puddle of pre-cum on his stomach. I lean in, giving it a solid lick from base to tip, and he chokes out a loud moan, his hips twitching with his effort to hold still. I look up at him. “You can touch me. In fact, please fucking touch me. But don’t push my head down.”

“Okay. I promise. You can stop anytime,” he assures me, and my heart swells in my chest.

I dip my head and suck him into my mouth. His hands find their way into my hair, but true to his word, he doesn’t use his grip to push me or control me. I moan around his cock, my own throbbing heavily between my legs as I take him deeper into my mouth. That vein pulses against my tongue and I push on it as I suck. His fingers tighten in my hair for a second before he relaxes his hold again. I pull almost all the way off his cock slowly, pressing my tongue right under the crown for a second. His hips jerk and he gasps, his fingers flexing in my hair in what seems like an involuntary way.

“So close,” he moans, lifting his hands off my head so I can pull away. No fucking way will I be doing that, though. I blindly reach for his hand and when it’s tangled back in my hair where it belongs, I lock my eyes on his. I watch him closely as I hollow my cheeks and take him to the back of my throat. It constricts around the head with my suppressed gag, and he cries out. He tightens his hold as the first burst of cum shoots down my throat, the combination of his taste and his grip making me moan. Pulling off his cock, I open my mouth, letting his cum cover my lips and tongue. “Oh fuck, that’s… oh fuck,” he says, his body shaking, and his eyes locked onto mine the entire time.

His eyes are boring into mine, his entire body trembling, and I’ve never felt more fucking powerful in my entire life. I climb his body, swallowing the cum on my tongue before licking the rest off my lips. He’s staring at me—slack-jawed and awed. I reach for my cock to stroke myself off, but I don’t quite make it because he grabs for me, pulling me down to him and swallowing my moan with his mouth.

He pulls my body down against his until I’m lying flush on him, my cock pressed between my stomach and his. He slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring, like he’s trying to take the taste of himself off my tongue. I groan and grind my cock against his stomach. Fuck, this is so hot. His hands are resting at hissides, but I want him to touch me. Ineedhim to touch me, so I reach down and lift one, urging him to grab my ass. He hesitates for a second, so I break our kiss. “Please,” I whisper before settling my lips on his. His large hand grips my ass, and it sends a hot burst of arousal through my body, but no fear. He won’t hurt me. I moan as he uses his grip to help me thrust against him. In seconds, I’m crying out, coming hard, my entire body shaking as I grind against his stomach.

I slump against him, our lips still locked together, but our kisses slow and lazy. “You are perfection,” I whisper after breaking our kiss. I drop my head to his shoulder, tucking my face into his neck. He runs his hand from my ass up my spine to grip the nape of my neck.

“No, darlin’. That’s all you.”

I’m starting to doze off when his deep chuckle brings me back to myself. “Not sure if I should be offended that you’re always falling asleep on me, or if I should be happy that you trust me enough to.”

I hum. “Definitely the second one.” I nuzzle into his throat, breathing in his scent.

“Let me get you cleaned up, and then we can sleep.”

I nod, but make no effort to move. Why would I? I’ve never been so cozy and comfortable and fuckingsafein my entire life. “Holden,” he whispers. “You’ve got to let me up.”

I grumble a bit, but roll over. Julian climbs quickly out of bed and I doze while I wait for him. I startle when a warm washcloth touches my skin, and I pry my eyes open to see Julian cleaning me off. The tender smile on his face makes me want to cry, but not bad tears, and I don’t really know why. He steps away, dropping the washcloth into the hamper by his closet door. The blankets are gently pulled out from under me, and then Julian is climbing in beside me and covering us up. I roll toward him,climbing fully on his body and tucking my face into his neck. He wraps an arm around my waist and lets out a deep breath.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to sink fully into his hold and relax. Our bodies are touching at every available point, our hearts seemingly beating in time with each other, and it takes me no time at all to fall asleep, safe in his arms.

I wake up tucked in Julian’s arms, lying in a puddle of drool on his chest. Ugh. Super fucking attractive, Hold. I raise up, wiping his chest with my hand. His deep chuckle makes me jump. “Shit. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“No. I’m sorry. Drooling on you like a damn loser.”

“I’m a parent, Holden. It’s not even in the top ten list of the grossest things I’ve had on me. Besides, I think it’s cute.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

He shrugs. “Maybe, but that works for me.”

“I think I need to go home today,” I say. Even though I really don’t want to. I want to stay right here. With him. I want to go with him to pick up Wren later. I want to stay here with him and keep feeling the way I’ve felt for the last two days. The way I felt last night.

“Oh,” Julian says. There’s no hiding the disappointment in his tone.Tell me you don’t want me to go, and I’ll stay.“Yeah, that makes sense. When can I see you again? Can I see you before you go back to work?”

“Yeah,” I choke out. “I’d like that.”

“Are you okay?” he asks, bringing his hand up to rub my back.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”Ask me to stay.

Stop it, Holden. You don’t have to cling to the first man who shows you a shred of kindness.

“Hmm. I’m really going to miss you,” he says.

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